I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 261 Does Being This Handsome Count as a Forbidden Ar

The great halls of the clans buzzed with whispered strategy sessions.

Patriarchs and elders huddled in private chambers, their faces grim yet curious.

"He... he could be one of them," one elder murmured, voice low and tight with excitent.

"A hidden scion of an ancient lineage... soone we cannot afford to ignore."

"Then we must act," another replied, eyes glinting. "Do whatever is necessary to win his favor. Offer alliances, gifts, anything. If we can secure him now, the advantage will be ours forever."

Within hours, the plan beca clear in every big clan... Lin Feng was soone to be flattered, soone to be cajoled, soone to hug tightly.

The phrase spread like a mantra...

Hug his thick thigh at all costs!

The great clans of Clear Moon City had truly decided to go all in.

What had begun as cautious interest quickly escalated into a full-blown frenzy.

"Send gifts to Lin Feng imdiately!" an elder barked, rising from his seat. "Spare no expense. Spirit stones, rare herbs, cultivation manuals and whatever he desires, we provide it!"

"Yes, and investigate him thoroughly!" another added. "Find out his preferences, his habits, his temperant. Does he favor weapons? Pills? Won? We must know everything!"

The atmosphere in the grand halls grew tense, charged with urgency.

"This... this must be why the Li Clan acted first," a middle-aged strategist said slowly, his expression darkening.

"They willingly turned one of their precious prodigies into Lin Feng’s maid. At the ti, it seed excessive... even humiliating."

He paused, then exhaled sharply.

"But now it all makes sense. They knew. They saw his potential before anyone else."

A ripple of realization spread through the room.

"The Li Matriarch... the Dark Sword Empress..." soone muttered under their breath, awe creeping into their voice. "Her foresight is truly terrifying."

Silence lingered for a mont and then it shattered.

"Then we follow their example!" one elder declared decisively. "Choose one of our most talented and beautiful geniuses and send her to serve at his side. If the Li Clan can do it, so can we!"

"I disagree!" another voice cut in sharply, his tone filled with urgency. "You’re thinking too small."

All eyes turned toward him.

"It’s obvious that Lin Feng values beauty," he continued, pacing slowly.

"But do you really think one woman will be enough to secure his favor? The Li Clan has already taken that step. If we rely imitate them, we will always remain behind."

He stopped, then slamd his hand onto the table.

"We must surpass them!"

The room stirred.

"Send ten of our most beautiful won!" he declared. "Each one carefully selected, each one exceptional. Let him see our sincerity!"

A brief silence followed and then soone scoffed.

"Ten? That’s far too conservative."

Another elder leaned forward, eyes gleaming with ambition.

"If we are to act, we act decisively. Make it twenty."

The room erupted.

"Twenty?!"

"Are you mad?!"

"Mad? No... I’m a visionary!" the elder shot back. "This is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity! If we hesitate now, we will regret it for generations!"

"We cannot be outdone by the Li Clan!"

"Resources, treasures, won and whatever it takes, we must secure his favor!"

The discussions grew louder, more chaotic, more desperate.

So argued for sending priceless heirlooms.

Others proposed offering exclusive cultivation grounds.

A few even suggested forming direct marriage alliances to bind Lin Feng permanently to their clan.

Every idea was more extravagant than the last.

Every voice carried the sa underlying fear.

If they were too slow...

If they were too cautious...

Soone else would seize the opportunity.

And once Lin Feng chose his allies, the balance of power in Clear Moon City would shift forever.

The great clans were no fools. They understood this better than anyone.

This was not just about currying favor.

This was about survival.

About dominance.

About the future of their clans.

And so, they plotted.

They calculated.

They prepared to offer everything they had...

All for the chance...

To cling to Lin Feng’s rising legend before it soared beyond their reach forever.

While the great clans descended into madness, throwing out treasures and beauties as if they cost nothing, the smaller clans found themselves in a far more awkward position.

They simply did not have much to offer.

No priceless heirlooms.

No peerless prodigies.

No breathtaking beauties capable of shaking hearts at first glance.

Compared to the giants, they were painfully lacking.

And yet... they were the most desperate of all.

Among them, one small clan had reached a rather... unconventional conclusion.

"Why... are you looking at like that, Patriarch?"

An extrely handso young man in the Body Refining Realm stood stiffly in place, his voice uneasy.

The way the clan leader was staring at him made his scalp tingle. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t pride.

It was... calculation.

Cold, terrifying calculation.

The patriarch slowly stroked his beard, eyes narrowing as he examined the young man from head to toe.

"You are quite handso," he said thoughtfully. "Refined features, clear skin, elegant bearing..."

He paused.

Then, with complete seriousness...

"I wonder if Young Master Lin Feng has a preference for handso n as well?"

The words struck like lightning.

The young man froze.

Then...

Cold sweat poured down his back like a waterfall.

What kind of question is that?!

His heart pounded wildly as a sense of impending doom rose within him.

He had thought he was being called here for praise... or perhaps an important task.

Never... never... had he imagined this!

"P-Patriarch..." he stamred, forcing out a strained smile.

"Young Master Lin Feng is always seen surrounded by beautiful won. His preferences are... quite clear, I would say. I cannot imagine him taking any particular interest in n..."

His words ca out carefully, cautiously like soone walking on thin ice.

Then...

Silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

The patriarch closed his eyes, sinking into deep thought.

Ti seed to stretch endlessly.

The young man’s heart climbed to his throat.

Please... please give up on this idea...